<whispers> Over here! World Poetry Day contest this way..

gk Your Compass poem is marvellous.

Darling little boys
You have brought me many joys
Grandma loves you very much
Spending time playing and such
Now it's time to pick up your toys

Three little girls
One of them has curls
Sweet little faces
They all have airs and graces
Dressing up in Grandma's pearls

Memories of him
Rise in transient smokey curls
Towards his heaven

Thanks Butty! It came out in one gloop.

Valentine's baby

Roses are red, just like your nose
Violets are blue, like your nose in the cold
Sugar is sweet, and also is honey
And, just like your nose, its quite often runny.

Gally, I'm sorry for your sadness.

I can't sleep tonight, must try to now.

A Haiku for my beloved grandaughter adopted age 4

She came like a breeze
Shaking and snaking the grass
And lifted our hearts

Grannyknot Your poem - Compass is very special. Well done.
Gally and for you too.

You stole hearts when you were born
Those baby days we did mourn
Then you had one of your own
All consuming love, every fibre every bone
Grandchild of ours.

Angel2 are you the poet laureate in disguise? #shouldbe

For Family

Mother's love
protects, restrains, comforts
and, when the time is right -
sets you free
to journey far away from me.

Oooh. That's nice. And sad.

It's true, isn't it *jings"?

Haiku - Just a Boy

Just a boy by the
Sunny river, throwing stones
In endless ripples.

Yes soop. It is. [howl!] (though I do see mine fairly often these days)

Haiku - For Our Sons

We gave you freedom
Fly! Use it wisely, kindly
Taste the air of life.

Rise on warm thermals
Slide on sun rays purest gold
We will smile and cheer.

Yes indeed.

My family mean everything to me

Without them I'd be lost

I just hope they feel the same way about me

Haiku-
Childhood memories - feeling cherished
Like bubbles
That drift and disappear.

I have learned to look for beauty every day
It may just be a tiny thing
A shaft of sunlight
A butterfly wing
Moments race by.

I have 32 Grand-Children and 29 Great,
The hardest thing about them is getting all them dinners on a plate,
They fill my life so full of joy,
All my little girls and little boys,
But you try and remember 61 birthdays all on different dates!

This is a poem about my Mum who is about to become a great grandma this month for the first time

If Mum's were flowers I'd always pick mine
She's the best of the bunch like a well matured wine
Sweet, kind & selfless she can't do enough
Even though her life is so terribly tough
Disabled with arthritis her mobility's hampered
So she truly deserves to be positively pampered
She may be 80 but she's hot on fashion & style
The best Mum in the world who always makes me smile
She's always the one on whom I can depend
Not only my Mum but my very best friend

Having a family you are showered in love
every one of you fits like a glove
kids hate doing their homework
but i also hate the housework!

In the full bloom of my life, my little acorns do fall
They have ripened, then burst open
They now have grown tall
I can look back with pride at how they now shine
That the love I put in will always be mine.